#fushiokko

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It started with Gojo Sensei's corpse. Megumi vividly remembers. Because he helped cover it up. 

Megumi remembers the coldness of that morgue, the sound of wet… something. Squelching. Heavy breathing. It sounded like… how could he explain that sort of sound? Rubbery? It sounded like fingers dragging on leather. 

At first, he peeked. 

Then the sound stopped. 

Megumi quickly shoved his back to the wall, hand on his mouth, forcing his breathing to quiet down, almost suffocating himself… 

…

The door squeaked open, the hinges long overdue for maintenance, following the sound of footsteps… tap, tap, tap, the slightest push of a finger… A bloodied finger, from a bloodied hand, Megumi breathed out when he finally turned to the side…

Inside, he stood, rotten blood, putrid and black covering the lower part of his face, wetting him down to the collar of his pajamas, soaking the baby blue colour of the worn-out shirt into deep purple. And then his hands, his fingers… it was all wet to the elbow. It was… 

…

“...didn't…” 

Megumi closed his eyes. 

When he opened them, Yuuta's eyes were brimming with tears, it rolled down his cheek, mixing with the drying rot and dripping down his chin. 

“...didn't… mean… I… didn't…” 

Megumi let him continue because… what else could he do? 

“I just… I had… I can't–” His words were cut off by a sob, Yuuta started weeping, rubbing his face on his arm because his hands were cold and cracking from drying blood. “I just can't… leave him there!” His voice, cracked and pitched as it was, started to turn frantic. “Burn– They were going to burn him!!” Yuuta shrieked. “BURN… BURN SENSEI!” 

Yeah. 

Exactly. That was the plan… Prepare his body, and then cremate it. Cremate his body as humans do. 

Megumi opened his mouth and then… closed it again. From over Yuuta's shoulder, he saw the metal slab, the embalming instrument still strewn around it after Ieiri-sensei fainted earlier from fatigue, unable to finish what she set out to do.

The instruments were there, but the body wasn't.  

He wanted to ask how. He wanted to, but he instead grabbed Yuuta's arms and pushed him back inside the morgue. He helped Yuuta, still sobbing up a storm, to strip himself, to wash himself as he bundled up his clothes and shoved it inside of a trash bag and then gave Yuuta a towel. Megumi told Yuuta to stay put. Just stay put. Don't touch anything. Don't do anything, as he rummaged around for a fresh pair of scrubs, just enough to keep Yuuta modest for the walk back to his room. 

Megumi remembered that night as vividly as if it were yesterday. How he put on gloves, cleaned up the leftover blood, picked up whatever hair strands or fingernails or stray teeth that were lost on the floor. He washed the work table clean, wiping down the area with disinfectant and making sure everything was where it should be before he rushed the trash into the incinerator and reduced everything to ash. 

That night Megumi puked and puked so much that he developed a searing headache. The next day he told the others that he cremated Gojo himself, he buried him under his tombstone in the middle of the night. With the scars on his face acting as a reminder of his supposedly broken psyche, others just accepted it as the truth. 

That was the first night. 

Yuuta would spend a lot of time with him after that cursed night.

Yuuji and Nobara would ask Megumi to sleep with them in Yuuji's room, they always slept better when they were squished on that single bed. But Megumi just kept declining. Mostly because, when he was sleeping in his own bed, he purposely left the door unlocked so a certain someone could tiptoe inside, climb under his blanket, hands around his waist as Yuuta hid. That was the only way Megumi could explain why Yuuta shoved his face on his nape. Hiding there like a frightened child…

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It didn't happen overnight. But eventually, Megumi got quite good at guessing when Yuuta needed it. Like an addict, he'd grow irritable, jumpy. Needy. 

It was the type of neediness that felt overwhelming, like hunger, like a brain morphed from famine, the drive that makes people eat stray animals during times of desperation. Yuuta ate and ate but nothing worked. It was the type of neediness that for some reason, Yuuta tried to satiate with him, but no amount of quick, dirty sex could satiate the different type of needing flesh. 

One day, Megumi found himself waking up before dawn, wearing whatever clothes were easiest and closest to throw on in his sleepy state as he dragged himself to the morning market. 

He made sure that it was the freshest product, a fresh kill, the best cut. The butcher haggled with him for the price, and Megumi ended up caving and buying cuts too expensive for the beast he was feeding. 

But it was still not enough. 

Yuuta sat there in his bedroom, the vacuum-sealed pouch still sitting inside of the thin plastic bag as Yuuta ate the content inside, biting through the thick cut of tenderloin, raw and fresh. Which wasn't enough. 

Megumi remembered, as he sat across from Yuuta, as he saw the look on Yuuta's face, the way his expression betrayed him, skin turning into this pitiful shade of pink. Megumi wondered if it was even appropriate to ask:

“Would it be better if it's rotten?”

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He should've seen this coming. Was this… his fault? 

Megumi sat there, confused as to what he was supposed to say about the break-up happening in front of him. 

Yuuta wearing only his sweatpants, Maki quickly put her clothes back on, leaving her now-ex on the ground holding his cheek. 

Megumi knew what Yuuta was trying to say. 

He didn't mean to. He really didn't. 

But it was so hard to control and Megumi wasn't there to take care of it. 

He couldn't handle it. It was too much. He needed it so bad. And there was this… warm body… under him… 

He tried sex, it never helped but it quenched that thirst inside of him for a minute or two. But Maki just tasted so good under his tongue. When he licked her back, the curve of his spine, her neck, her nape, his… his brain just… just… 

She shoved him away when he bit her, the opposite of a love bite, she felt like he was trying to tear her neck open. 

The flesh under him disappeared and just when Megumi came rushing in after hearing her screams, Yuuta felt pain on his cheek as Maki yelled at him, she finally let it all out. Months and MONTHS of knowing something was wrong with him, something she didn't dare name and then he did THAT to her!? 

She was done. They were DONE! 

… 

Yuuta was so dazed that Megumi had to tell him to use RCT to treat the nasty bruise on his face. Megumi also didn't stop him when Yuuta shoved him to the bed, on the sheets that was still warm from the body that was lying there under Yuuta not a minute ago. Megumi, no stranger to pain, let Yuuta take what he needed that night. The hunger was unquenchable. 

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The sex was nothing but a crutch, Yuuta stayed silent about it, but people like him… Hiding their heart was an impossible task. 

Yuuta needed it, it was eating him alive, Megumi heard him whimpering at night, drinking bottles of water and eating whatever his hands could grab, food of every kind, raw or otherwise. But it was not enough. 

Megumi knew what Yuuta needed, and Megumi offered him the only logical solution, himself. 

It was uncontrollable at first, like seeing someone drinking ice-cold water after being deprived of it for days. Yuuta was pawing at him, gnawing and clawing at him, pieces of his body bitten off. Megumi thought he could handle it but he couldn't. He tried to endure the visceral pain at first, when Yuuta bit a chunk off his thigh, but when he bit his waist, when he dug his teeth in and ripped his stomach open, Megumi completely passed out. 

He woke up in his bed soaked with blood and his body healed through, not a single cut left on his skin, and a very guilty, very sated Senpai who had healed him with his technique and raw cursed energy output. 

The next time it happened, Megumi told Yuuta to wait, to be patient, but of course, Yuuta didn't listen, kissing him up and down while Megumi pressed the oxygen mask on his own face firmer, inhaling deep breaths of the medicine, his consciousness slowly ebbing away as he brushed his fingers lazily through Yuuta's matted hair as they both wait for the anesthetic to do its work. 

The soft, comforting stroking on his scalp stopped after a few seconds and Megumi's body turned limp, Yuuta shut off the valve of the gas canister, checking Megumi's pulse, making sure that he was completely unconscious before Yuuta, after one deep breath, unclenched his jaw and bit Megumi's shoulder like a starved animal, ripping apart his flesh, eating him alive, and healing him before he could bleed to death. Each part of Megumi's body, his to eat, his to bite, his to consume whole. 

Megumi woke up 3 hours later with a debilitating headache from the anaesthetic, his body covered in blood, healed through, and a very satisfied Yuuta lying on his chest, fast asleep, blood-drunk and stomach full. 

Megumi ran his fingers on Yuuta's sweaty back, letting the man sleep another hour before he coaxed him awake, cleaning both of them up as Yuuta halfheartedly whined and sulked and nuzzled Megumi back to sleep later. 

If they ran out of anaesthetic, Yuuta would just choke him until he passed out, and he did that again and again if Megumi woke up in the middle of his feeding. And Megumi took it, every single time.

If you ask him why… if you ask him if it was a burden, it's not. It was only a burden if a part of him didn't want this, but all of him, down to his heart, was willing. 

The first body Yuuta cannibalized belonged to Gojo-sensei. 

The reason why he lost his mind was because he was forced to use Gojo's body as a tool. 

It was a bizarre thing, the way they all, even Megumi back then, never really thought about the long-term effect of Yuuta being forced to do that. They just assume that since it was planned, and since Gojo consented, Yuuta would not be plagued by it.

But he was inside of Sensei's body. That lifeless body in that morgue was once his for a very short time. He felt Gojo's soul in his very veins. He loved him. He took the body of someone he loved and he used him. He used him and for a second he was a part of him. And now this body, Sensei's body, was going to be taken from him, that body would be burned, pieces of its skull and ashes collected, Gojo-sensei burned and reduced to nothing. 

That body was a part of him, he was a part of Gojo. 

‘I didn't mean it…’ 

And you'd think eating a human body could never be anything but a conscious choice, but the only person who ever used that technique was dead and Yuuta was left alone to navigate the aftermath of using such a frightening, defiling technique. It must've felt like a knee-jerk reaction, his brain, the brain that was inside of this slowly decomposing body, was desperately trying to find a way to keep it part of him forever. 

A knee-jerk reaction… He needed Gojo with him forever. 

And when he got a taste, he couldn't get enough. 

That was why the cow meat and pig's blood couldn't satisfy him, that was why, even after chewing bones and doing to animal carcass what he did to a human body just made the ache inside of him worse. 

It was more than blood, it was more than the act of eating. It was… Megumi wasn't sure what it was. He couldn't put a name on it.

A grieving process, maybe? 

Or… 

Or love, maybe? 

A few months after their arrangement started, Yuuta confessed his feelings to him. In a way, it felt almost underwhelming, because at that point they were more intertwined than any other living couple probably, Yuuta had been consuming him and Megumi had been letting him for so long, a declaration of romantic feelings felt like nothing but highlight on paper. 

But he accepted. 

They were dating for a while, others say they wouldn't have noticed they started dating if Yuuta didn't say it constantly because they acted exactly the same, which only proved Megumi's point. 

But the dating didn't last long. Because the moment Megumi turned 18, and became legally an adult, Yuuta, who was only a year older than him, proposed. 

And Megumi accepted. 

What else could this man offer and take that he hasn't already. Megumi already knew that their fate are bound together. Megumi was the monster that forced Yuuta into the wretched being that he became, Megumi hosted the enemy in his body that pushed Yuuta to his breaking point. Megumi will repay his sacrifice with his own life, his body and soul. 

On their wedding night, Megumi stayed fully awake as Yuuta tore into his body, eating him limb to limb, losing consciousness more than a dozen times from the pain, and woke up in the morning completely healed, fully whole again, as his husband always made sure he was with the countless times he fed on him in the past.

And every night, Megumi would trace the scar on Yuuta's forehead as he slept, the physical reminder of why he's allowing this. 

he intended to just drop yuuta off and be on his way, but once they're inside yuuta's room and he gets yuuta on the bed, he hesitates because... yuuta probably won't be comfortable sleeping in jeans, right? so those have to go... and his button down is no better, so that's next...

and somewhere between straddling yuuta to get a better vantage point and opening yuuta's shirt, the alcohol really starts hitting megumi.

yuuta looks so cute and defenseless beneath him, flushed from the alcohol, drool already creeping down his chin. megumi doesn't think twice about reaching out, catching yuuta's spit with the pad of his thumb and brushing it away.

maybe he lingers. maybe he trails his thumb over yuuta's plump lips. maybe he pushes it past yuuta's teeth and presses down on yuuta's tongue. maybe he gets three fingers in yuuta's mouth, slicks them up, and uses them to get himself off all over yuuta's chest.

and maybe yuuta moans the word "sensei" as megumi is cleaning him up. megumi would be so taken aback. he'd probably leave right then and there and try to pretend the whole thing never happened. but he'd glare at satoru more, paying attention to all his interactions with yuuta, lowkey stalking them (as best he can with satoru's six eyes).

he wouldn't find anything unusual, though, and it would drive him crazy because yuuta doesn't even hint at having a crush, so why was he moaning for sensei while megumi was touching his chest in the first place? could it be a different sensei? megumi becomes suspicious of not just satoru, but kusakabe and ieri. even the kyoto teachers conversations with yuuta don't escape megumi's scrutiny.